Chapter 183: Coming for Communication

Chapter 184 Come for Exchange

In the pavilion, Xu Yue was not surprised to notice Qi Zhu's hesitant attitude. If he could learn the secret of a country that has been passed down for thousands of years and the foundation of the country in just a few words, it would be too much of a joke.

Although the identity of the shadow assassin is strong, it can only be used as a stepping stone for equal exchange, and cannot be used to force the other party to forcibly hand over the sharp blade of forging inheritance, otherwise it will be backfired.

He came here with the intention of exchange and learning, and equal trade.

"Master Qi Zhu, rest assured. I will never force you to take your forging heritage."

"To be honest, I am also a blacksmith. A large part of the purpose of coming to your country is to exchange and learn from each other."

"After all, my forging heritage and the skills of Shenduan Country have many different aspects."

As he spoke, Xu Yue raised his hands horizontally, and two flames, one red and one purple, rose between his hands. The golden-red pure Yangyan was magnificent, like the sun, and the dark purple feast fire was enchanting and mysterious, like a deep spring.

As the two flames came out, the temperature in the pavilion soared and boiled. Qi Zhu, who was opposite, also had a gleam in his eyes. He stood up from the table and chair, and the emotion in his eyes seemed to be hotter than the flames in Xu Yue's hands.

"This golden red flame has such pure firepower, and it also contains a trace of the power of the sun. It is extremely hot and is a top-grade flame that has refined impurities. Good fire, good fire."

For a blacksmith, flame and iron are indispensable elements. Better flame and stronger iron are always what they are eager to meet.

So after seeing the two flames rising, he didn't care whether Xu Yue was a dangerous person, and stood up and got closer to observe.

He first looked at the pure Yangyan carefully, praising him repeatedly. The golden red flame illuminated his cheeks, but at such a close distance, the terrifying temperature of the pure Yangyan did not make him sweat a little.

Xu Yue narrowed his eyes slightly when he noticed this scene. The fire resistance of this forging master was probably not much lower than his.

Then, while looking at the pure Yangyan, Qi Zhu even put a finger into the boiling flames, and took it out after a few breaths. The finger was only slightly black. Seeing this action, Xu Yue couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

I underestimated it. This guy's flame resistance is definitely higher than his.

"It can actually burn the divine mind. It's not simple."

After looking at the pure Yangyan on the left, Qi Zhu took a few steps to the right and carefully observed the purple feasting fire on the other palm.

"Strange, although it is a flame, I can't feel the temperature at all."

"Hmm... this smell? Is this a living being?!"

In doubt, Qi Zhu took out a small dagger from somewhere and put the blade of the dagger into the burning feasting fire.

After a while, the dagger had dissolved more than half, turning into a pool of silver solution suspended above the flame.

Qi Zhu was stunned, and threw away the half-broken dagger in his hand. He carefully fished out a pool of solution in the flame. As his fingers moved, the solution began to glow red in his hand, and then slowly formed into the shape of a flying knife.

The red flying knife took shape in Qi Zhu's hand. He waved his hand, and a small stream of water suddenly flew from the pond not far away, pouring on the flying knife suspended at his fingertips, stirring up a boiling white mist.

The whole process was smooth, and Xu Yue, who was watching from the side, was a little amazed. He could also do what Qi Zhu did just now, but he lacked the charm of lifting a heavy weight with ease and naturalness. This guy was not only resistant to fire, but also had a higher forging level than he imagined.

On the right front side, the boiling white gas disappeared, and the flying knife, which was originally fiery red, turned into bright silver at this time. Qi Zhu stretched out two rough fingers that quietly turned black, pinched the blade of the flying knife and pulled it horizontally, and golden sparks burst out immediately.

After the finger left the blade, the flying knife suddenly burst into a faint blue cold light, which looked extremely sharp.

Qi Zhu flicked his finger, and the flying knife on his fingertip suddenly flew out, turning into a beam of silver light that circled the rockery in the courtyard, and then flew back to Qi Zhu's hand.

There was a roar in the distance, and the huge rockery surrounded by silver light had been cleanly broken into two pieces, and the upper body fell heavily to the ground, and the cross-section was bright.

After doing all this, Qi Zhu casually inserted the bright silver flying knife in his hand on the round table beside him, and then looked at the purple feasting fire in Xu Yue's palm again, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"Purify the essence, jump to quality, penetrate the internal force, and give the metal that should have been a dead object a trace of spirituality belonging to a living being!"

"Unheard of, unheard of!"

Qi Zhu's tone became more and more excited, until he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Yue in front of him, his eyes were like looking at some rare treasure.

"Lord Xinhuo, as long as you leave a trace of fire, as long as you want, any inheritance of Shenduan Nation, as long as you want it, our whole country is willing to offer it with both hands."

Facing Qi Zhu's fanatical eyes, Xu Yue took a step back slightly, extinguished the flame in his hand, and a trace of surprise appeared in his pupils.

He could understand Qi Zhu's enthusiasm for seeing high-quality flames, but his current attitude was a bit too much. The words of offering any inheritance to the whole country were not something that could be promised casually.

In order to shock Qi Zhu to the greatest extent before, the feasting fire summoned was not a weakened version converted by mana, but a real innate feasting fire generated by igniting the enemy.

Now it seems that the effect is a bit too good. His innate feasting fire may have some special features that he has never known, and it should be above the "spirituality" mentioned by Qi Zhu.

Looking at Qi Zhu who was still eagerly waiting for a reply, Xu Yue waved his hand, motioning him to sit down first, and then spoke.

"The specific matters of the transaction are not urgent for the time being. Master Qi Zhu, please sit down first. What do you mean by spirituality?"

Hearing Xu Yue's words, Qi Zhu took a deep breath to calm his inner excitement, and then sat down slowly. He was nearly fifty years old, and his temperament should have been quite calm, but suddenly seeing the fire of Xianghuo, which was related to the national destiny of Shenduan, it was inevitable that some emotions were agitated and difficult to control.

The two sat back in their original seats, Qi Zhu took a sip of tea to moisten his somewhat dry throat. After hearing the question from the opposite side, he raised his head and looked at Xu Yue with a little more doubt in his eyes.

"Mr. Xinhuo, aren't you also a blacksmith? How could it be..."

Qi Zhu's words had not yet been finished, Xu Yue knew what the other party was wondering about. The silver solution overflowed from his right hand, and a moment later, the two-foot-long Fang Tian Huaji had appeared in his hand.

Handing the halberd to Qi Zhu on the opposite side, he pointed at the halberd and said:

"The forging technique I learned is not in the same system as the method of the Shenduan Kingdom, so I don't quite understand what is special about the spirituality that Master Qi Zhu said."

"That's why I came here to exchange and learn from each other."

Qi Zhu took the halberd with both hands. From the way the halberd appeared, he could understand the importance of this weapon to Xu Yue.

After knowing that Xu Yue was also a blacksmith and seeing the fire he possessed, his attitude towards this person had changed greatly. He no longer regarded him as a shadow assassin of the Xuanwu Kingdom, but as a craftsman for mutual communication.

After listening to the narration of the other side quietly, Qi Zhu nodded solemnly, and then looked at the Fang Tian Huaji in his hand, which was two meters long, black and red, with a coiled dragon on the outside and fierce inside.

"What a weapon! It should be a weapon of killing and a weapon of dominance"